It's also a movie! Among the cast members: William Obanhein as himself – Officer Obie James Hannon as himself – the blind judge
This, as a Thanksgiving song, is no better than "American Pie" as the closing song for your HS proms. Buncha long-winded, dronie-assed vocals about who the fuck knows what. @Gorilla George, you explaining why you don't know wtf is going on is the only acceptable level of ignorance and, in your case, it truly is bliss. Trust me, you don't want to know wtf is being passed off as essential information from today's outlets. You'd uppercut yourself just to remain unconscious of the actual ignorance and stupidity. And, should we ever meet, please knock me the fuck out first.
can you imagine one person walking in, and singing a bar of Alices Resturant, and walkin out? they would think they were crazy. cant you imagine 2 people, two, in harmony....
Funny story, when I was working evenings, the radio DJ of the classic rock station I listened to, had a tape. He would play this tape every evening when he went to lunch. It consisted of 2 songs. Alices' restaurant and In A Gadda Da Vida. I heard it every night for about a year!
You know what? You asked me to list my top 10 most hated songs, this opus of drizzling shit would be on it. gawd, I hate this song, hippies and classic rock (even if my music is now that).
I mainly just want to quote this to make sure it is captured. That way I can come back later and tell everyone "He asked for it".
I have a better on for you. Legend of the USS Titanic by Jaime Brockett. It's like Alice's Restaurant on amphetamines. I PM'd the link to you. For the rest of you, the YouTube thread has the link.
LOL my youngest son, 30, and I were talking about the Thanksgiving tradition of this 1967 anthem of the early anti war-hippie- acid rock- folk singer era, and I laughingly discovered that at one time you had to be really really young to get this song (and it’s Stoner, free associating, run-on sentence- talking blues syntax), and now, you’ve got to be really, really old. I was on the really really old side of the coin, explaining this song to my kid, when this occurred to me, and I remembered trying to explain it to my dad when I was 18. And my son, who graduated with a degree in music composition before he became a lawyer, offered the thought that every 10 years or so a big new musical genre comes along that renders hopelessly outdated and passé everything that came before— at least 5 big rollovers of popular music style since Arlo’s talking blues about Alice and the 8x10 glossies came out in 1967, and if anything the 10 year gaps are getting much shorter—30 year olds are now hopelessly out of date musically to 24 year olds, and each generation stays stuck in time with its own outdated tunes. And I guess that means you can hate on this song, and still be hopelessly out of date, and not even know it. Exceptin’ Alice.